Saturdays were your favorite time of the week.
Aside from the well-deserved day-off handling rowdy kindergarteners, you got to spend time with your bouncing ball of sunshine – your one year old son, Koichi.
Koichi was a very happy baby, always smiling and laughing – probably taken after his father. The only thing he inherited from you was your hair and skin. Everything else was your husband’s. Yes, he was loud and loved being the center of attention, but thankfully, he didn’t inherit Koutarou’s mood swings.
Life has been good so far in your three years of marriage, having blessed you with a beautiful baby boy. (Just one of the many children, Koutarou insists that you were getting six children) And you couldn’t be any happier.
Lowering the fire, you stirred the stew, the smell of assorted spices filling the room. You scooped a bit and lifted it to your mouth, satisfied with the taste. Occupied with cooking, you failed to notice a tiny presence behind